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• And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 43...
• And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 47...
• Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 163...
• Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 502...
• Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 561...
• Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 610...
• So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 548...
• Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 782...
• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...